Wang Yue passed through the silent corridor and returned to the front hall, where the clamor had already faded by more than half.
Most of the visiting elders from noble families and veteran sect masters had already left. Only the core members of the Zheng Family's five branches remained, seated around the bluestone tables near the hall's seat of honor.
Zheng Gaocè sat in a chair in the corner, idly turning a jade pendant in his hand. His gaze had remained fixed on the doorway, and when he saw Wang Yue enter, he hurriedly rose and waved.
Wang Yue strode over, his gaze unconsciously falling upon Zheng Tianxing at the head of the hall.
At that moment, Zheng Tianxing was no longer restraining his aura as before. Instead, he allowed wisps of a Heaven Ranking expert's majesty to spill outward.
A power that looked down upon the world coiled around him. Invisible force qi darted through the air like fine needles. Without a single word, it delivered an equal warning: not just anyone could afford to offend him.
With every step Wang Yue took toward the seat of honor, that invisible pressure grew heavier, pressing upon his shoulders like Mount Tai bearing down overhead.
Wang Yue's expression did not change, and his back remained straight. Yet the Four-Eyed Heavenly Firmament Blood Dragon bloodline within him could not help but stir. Faced with the pressure of such a top-tier expert, the instinct of his dragon bloodline urged him to reveal his true form and meet it head-on.
He could clearly feel faint golden vertical lines surfacing in his pupils. The muscles across his shoulders and back tightened slightly, his body abruptly growing half an inch taller, while the patterns of scales nearly burst through his skin.
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